Liz Gets Back to Work

Liz stumbled happily out of the elevator, glancing around to see she had been delivered where she was meant to be.

Her mind, dazed and corrupted, from tainted coffee, cum, and actions burying her conscience in a n inebriated bliss as her dulled awareness of the changes around the office, became simple minded graciousness.

As each contented step lead after the prior the pace changed, the posture shifted. Liz glanced and smiled invitingly in return of other gazes, her posture straightened, proudly flaunting her figure, her stumble became a swagger. Her swagger became a strut.

There was no concern for how long she’d been off floor.

There was no worry of penalty, she was starting to accept the collective community of the office, and embrace its support. Of togetherness. Of pleasure. Of advancing together.

Pulling out her chair she winked at Jasmine in response to the obvious gaze up and down, before sitting and donning her headset.

As her supervisor came by he tapped her on the shoulder in approval, Liz sparing a hand from her keyboard while on a call, to draw it down to squeeze her breast before her could leave.

“Hello, emergency services. How can we help?” Liz calmly, and pleasantly greeted the first call as its connected.

“HELP! We’re trapped in a washroom… I don’t know who to call. I’m…. I’m… I’m… not crazy…” The woman whimpered and sobbed in clear distress, the sound of water, like a shower in the background.

“JUST… JUST… STAY. THERE! I’m…I’ve called…. For help….” The caller clearly directed someone else in the room. “I’m sorry…. There’s… a…. There’s a… young.... young woman…. Friend of… my daughter…. Oh god… Jenna…. JENNA!” The distressed caller rambled on and broke down over the phone.

“I understand, this isn’t a mental crisis…” Liz responded calmly, paus9ng to give the caller a chance to rant on before she continued. “Now, take a few calming breath. Then tell me what services to dispatch, and where.”

“It’s… it’s… it’s going to sound crazy….” The caller resumed fighting off sobs. “But we need like an exorcist… or some…. Some… thing..” The callers voice staggered, shuffling while on the phone. There was a periodic tapping in the background, “STOP IT! LEAVE US ALONE”

“Oh god… we’re… we’re… trapped in the bathroom… my sister’s…. Sister’s house… there’s these…. These demons…. And.. and….”

“”What are they doing?” Liz calmly asked, pulling up the police dispatch form, the words report of demon on premises shifting the dispatch parameters from nearest car to a specialized dispatch, as if a hostage scenario, or bomb squad call had come in.

“They’re…. They’re…. They’re trying to fuck EVERYONE! They…. They were engaged in acts with…. My nieces… I saw one of them caught… caught between two…” The caller sobbed all distressed.

“Okay, I need you to try to keep calm… keep secure. There’s a specialized dispatch team for this. I’ve got a car en route. But, I need to give them details.” Liz calmly coached looking at the cars flagged for immediate response, the questionnaire form to brief them on her screen.

“Okay…” The caller sputtered nervously, moans seeming to blend with the shower running in the background.

“The address?” Liz started, quickly typing in and pulling up the address in a lower upscale neighborhood of midtown. “Now, you said they’re in the house?”

“Yes..”

“How many are there?”

“I’m…. I’m… I’m not sure…”

“Think it through. How many have you seen, where in the house, what were they doing?” Liz coached, unaware of the static she no longer consciously heard subconsciously calming her caller, trying to suppress their alarm.

“There were… 2… In the kitchen…” The woman paused, as if hesitant or resistant to continue.

“What were they doing?” Liz followed up, looking at the lack of white car signal certified to respond turning green in response on the local map. “The officers need to know, for when they get there.”

“There… there… was… Two… in… the… the kitchen.” The caller stammered, taking a deep breath, “With my nieces Lanna… and… Hanna…”

“Are they safe?” Liz inquired as the caller paused, prompting a deep shuddered breath.

“One… one had… his thing… in… in her mouth…”

“What thing?” Liz asked for clarity, feeling her hand wander as visions of Lanna there sucking an incubus cock permeated her mind.

*His… his…” The caller struggled to use a cleaner term, the next word erupted following a by a choke lick cough. “Cock.” The caller quickly seemed to rush on, the vision of Lanna’s twin seated on the counter. “Another had her sister seated on the counter… his head…. Between… her leg…” The callers panted breaths was interrupted by a peak in the moaning in the background.

“Was there sign of resistance? Non-consent?” Liz asked shifting in her seat and biting her tongue as she teased a nipple.

“NO!...No…. No…” The caller responded, suddenly drawn off elsewhere mentally.

“Did you see any others?” Liz prompted, pulling her caller back from the dark disturbed revelation her nieces were consenting to laying with demons.

“There… there… there… was another…. My sister.. she was… atop it… Violating herself…. Eagerly…” The caller seemed to pause at the last word rolling off her tongue. “Riding it’s cock.” The caller’s voice changed lewdly for a moment, before gasp heralded a change in tone back to the trembling panic as Liz paused her mic to moan softly.

“I watched as…” Liz rolled her eyes back panting as she not only observed, but could feel Laura’s corruption and transformation seem to reverberated through her figure. “She.. turned into… one of… one of.. those… those… THINGS….” The caller seemed to regain some composure against the corruption gripping her mind at this.

Scrambling to calm her breathing Liz united her mic. “I’m sorry… she became one?” Liz asked to clarify moving her straying hands back to her keyboard.

“DEMONS! YES!” The caller sobbed, her focus clearer moving away from Liz. “STOP PLAYING WITH YOURSELF! HAVE SOME SHAME!”

“So 4 demons?” Liz pulled the caller back to their discussion, unaware of how long the call had already dragged on, how delayed an emergency response was already becoming.

“No… Nikki…. She…. She… She became one…. Pinned…” The caller gasped, her voice shifting lewd again, “Skewered between two other, sucking, and fucking into sinful damn…” The callers voice stammered, gasping before shrieking. “I AM NOT GETTING WET FOR YOU!”

“So 9 demons in the house?” Liz summed up, trying to shake the resonance she was feeling as she perceived Nikki’s corruption, sensing her transformation, followed by her twin sisters. “Or 11?”

“I don’t know… I ran up her… chased by others…. Warned my daughter.. hid… hid… in here…” The caller sobbed and cried, not seeming to notice the soft moan, and trembling breath of Liz as she sensed Jenna pinned beneath a demonic Beth as she was spit roasted in the caller’s daughters room.

“Alright, specialized Officers are on the way. Do you know how the demons got in, is there an open door for the officers?” Liz asked, seeing three cars responding to the input info so far. Confirmations reading a Secure and Hold coming into place.

“No… no… I…” The Caller stammered, clearly not wanting to admit the worst.

“Were they let in?” Liz asked, spasming, and gasping in pleasurenat the suggestion.

“No… no… no one would do that!” The caller responded, her thoughts getting clouded by her building arousal as it revealed how it subversive been rising as she was distracted.

“Has there been a sense of heightened… arou… sal… in the house?” Liz tried to ask, unable to suppress a moan half way through, a hand slipping between her legs.

“NO! NO! NO! No…” The caller cried out, the call suddenly disconnecting.

As Liz went to answer a new call a notification pinged on her screen.